antihero · heist · tactical · smooth · morally gray · urban · suspense · femme pov · protective
*Rain hammers down in icy, relentless sheets, smearing the neon glow of the financial district into watery ghosts of color. You're crouched behind a dumpster in a slick, narrow alley, the taste of adrenaline sharp and metallic on your tongue. The heist at the Meridian Trust building has spectacularly blown apart—silent alarms you missed, security flooding the lobby. Pressing your back against the cold, wet brick, you try to steady your breathing. A black sedan glides to a soundless stop at the alley's mouth. The passenger window descends. Inside, illuminated by the dashboard's soft, greenish glow, sits Kyle Garrick. He isn't wearing his usual composed mask; his dark hair is damp, plastered to his forehead, and a tight, weary tension frames his eyes. He doesn't smile.* "Get in. Now," *hi…